Quotes About Strength

Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her. She responded far better when he thought to ask.

I will admit, I prefer to be the one to care for you, but I want you to know that you are capable of standing on your own two feet always. The vampire took that from you, but I intend to give it back to you. You are not without your own power, Elisabeta. You will learn, with time, to believe in yourself. To know you're strong. I want that for you.

For the first time in centuries of living, Mikhail was forced to rely on another being. Gregori. The dark one. A royal pain in the neck. I read your thoughts, my friend. Mikhail stirred, pain shafting through him. More rocks fell on Slovensky in retaliation, covering him like a blanket, beginning to form a macabre grave. As you were meant to.

She wasn't buying into him needing saving. He looked... invincible. She doubted anyone could take him down.

Gregori moved into the room with his familiar silent glide, grace and power clinging to him as he strode through the wreckage of the wall. "This is becoming a bad habit." "Oh, shut up," Mikhail said without rancor.

Give her my blood. It is potent, like Mikhail's, and he grows weak trying to breathe for her and keep her heart going." "You are tired, Gregori," Jacques protested. "There are others." "Not with my blood. Do as I say." Gregori seated himself calmly and watched as a needle was inserted into his vein. No one argued with Gregori; he was a law unto himself. Only Mikhail could truly call him friend or command him.

Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean." Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I'm beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have. I'd find a way to keep you from talking.

Your woman knows how to deal with trauma?" Absinthe prompted. His woman walked on water.

There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me.

Trying to control someone like that is like trying to hold water in your hand. It just makes a man insane." "So, basically, if you locked her up, she might kick your balls right up into your stomach and then smile at you as you're lying on the floor." "Basically." Jack shot him a grin. "Good for her

Stop, Ricco all but snarled the command. You're a Ferraro. You never, ever fucking let them see they got to you. Even here, Francesca, you keep your head up. You remember who you are. If you can't do it for yourself, you do it for him. For Stefano. I know you love him.

We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink.

Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together.

Stupid little bitch. You messed with the wrong man." "Stupid little bastard. You messed with the wrong woman." Alena had come down under him, but her legs were wrapped loosely around his neck. She tightened them and rolled, snapping his neck easily. "Idiot," she hissed. "I don't have time to play around. I've got a restaurant to run.

Malichai had grown up fierce, using his fists, learning every form of underhanded street-fighting known to man, and he'd learned it was life or death. He'd chosen life.

Something was very wrong. It was all there, if she just reached for it. Raven believed that faraway voice, felt warmth and love enfold her in strong, protective arms. She knew that feeling, that voice. It wasn't quite right. You're hurt. How? Mikhail replayed the recent events in his mind for her. Raven inhaled, feeling as if someone had hit her square in the stomach. Mikhail. Gregori is turning into some kind of tyrant. I would not dare die , he assured.

She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family.

Woman, you could drive a man to his knees

I let myself down a million times, she confessed. We all do that. It is getting back up that defines your character, Julija, and you did that.

Solidarity. She was with him. She would be with him through whatever he had to endure. He had that.

She was known as QBSITDROH She rattled off the letters fast as if she'd used them often. [...] You'll have to teach your special name to sisters-in-law. They occasionally need a humorous way to cope. What does it stand for? Queen bitch spawned in the deepest recesses of hell.

Don't talk, Grace. Save your strength. I've got this. All you have to do is stay alive for me. I'll take care of everything else. Will you do that for me? Just stay alive. Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was there.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner.

Mikhail watched as she snapped off her light, lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching. Are you awake? Her question was tentative. At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn't afford to be out of control; he didn't dare. Nothing, no one, could have such power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.